One morning we were in a hurry. It was sunny, the earth had revealed all its treasures: stones to collect, sticks to wave in the air, flowers to tick. But we had a destination, I said tomorrow, tomorrow we'll come here and stay all morning and explore, study everything we want to. The next day it snowed, her nose started running, the snow turned into rain. And the next day, even more of water from the nose, from the sky, and I thought about flowers and ears. I hoped the water would reach the flowers, and that it wouldn't reach her ears. She wants to sleep against my tummy now, guess if I'm able to sleep much. And other things too, all kinds of things, so we haven't had the chance to go see if the flowers have grown enough to be ticked. I've been thinking about that morning. About the hurry, was it really real.